Creepy David Lynch mindfuck version: one woman’s Vinepeek happens, by a continuous string of coincidences, to show nothing but Vincente Minelli’s Meet Me In St. Louis on infinite loop. She despises Meet Me in St. Louis.

Sheely

Dystopian sci-fi version: Vinepeek is used as a mode of social control by computer overlords to lull humans into believing that cats and drinking with friends are the most important things in life; the hero must enter the Vine and destroy it.

[After successfully hacking his way free of the master control program, Neo is shocked to see that his Vinepeek window slowly fade into a chatroulette window, where a dude is predictably jacking it.]

MORPHEUS: “Welcome to the Desert of the Real.”

Mlawski

Spy thriller: In the near future, the CIA uses Vinepeek to surveil American citizens as part of the War on Terror. But one agent* soon realizes that every karaoke Vine is actually part of a secret code sent by al-Qaeda operatives. (…Or is it?)